Summertime in Prague
Summertime in Praguewhen blood was warm, when blood was youngAfter all those tearsafter all those yearsI long for...
Summertime in Praguewe were so rich without a dimeWhen I was your queenand you were my kingwithout a palace
We would sleep in cheap hotelsand wake up from the soundof bells on SundaysWe would only drink cheap winebut I was yours and you were mine
Summertime in PragueI was a fool I could not seethat you were meant to bethe only one for menow I long for...
We would sleep in cheap hotelsand wake up from the soundof bells on SundaysWe would only drink cheap winebut I was yours and you were mine
Summertime in Praguewhen blood was warm, when blood was youngAfter all those tearsafter all those yearsI long for...
Summertime in Prague...